“Those neon light nights, couldn’t stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories.”

The Hank Williams Syndrome: Come to Nashville, write some good songs, cut some hit records, make money, take all the drugs you can and drink all you can, become a wild man and all of a sudden die.

So I’m not very popular here with those inside the system, as you might guess. I never wanted to be.

The villains have turned into heroes. The heroes have turned into heals.

You know, I feel sorry for the young artists.

Got my Allman Brothers cassettes stacked up on the dash, got some Jack back in the trunk and a tank full of gas.

One night of love don’t make up for six nights alone. But I’d rather have one than none Lord, cause I’m flesh and bone.

Hitting the bottle again, ever than I’ve drunker been. Or is it drunker than I’ve ever been?

Now, I don’t know how they judge all that, but if anybody in the world deserves to be in the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame, Ritchie Valens does.

Don’t ever try and be like anybody else and don’t be afraid to take risks.

I never have any problem getting enthusiastic with a good song and a good band.

Maybe it’s time we got back to the basics of love.

Now, I was on drugs, and that didn’t help a whole lot. He hated that.

There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?

I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.

Finally, my manager negotiated a deal where I got to produce my own records.

I was very young then. Buddy taught me so much in such a short time.

He who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.

Every soldier must know, before he goes into battle, how the little battle he is to fight fits into the larger picture, and how the success of his fighting will influence the battle as a whole.

There’s always a chance you will see something new in a fight. Especially in boxing.

If I do not fight bigotry wherever it is, bigotry is thereby strengthened. And to the degree that it is strengthened, it will, thereby, have the power to turn on me.

I don’t have any great love for Chicago. What the hell, a childhood around Douglas Park isn’t very memorable. I remember the street fights and how you were afraid to cross the bridge ’cause the Irish kid on the other side would beat your head in. I left Chicago a long time ago.

As a fighter, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do to get the big fights.

Let no man surrender so long as he is unwounded and can fight.

People are still people, and they make their decisions based on their life experiences and their beliefs. You really can’t divorce the two. It’s important to fight against stereotypes and oversimplifications in very complex people.